Graciously smiling, the heavens were generous, Gazing on mortals, earth-bound, here below; Scattered their azure, and violet and silver Over the fields where the flax blossoms grow. Speak not of riches, utility, comfort, Time enough yet for material things. Pause and behold here this vision of beauty, Soft in its tinting as angels' bright wings. No garish colors nor strong vivid contrasts, Its dainty coloring no beauty lacks. Lovely, ethereal, soothing, entrancing, Heaven-like! beautiful! flowering flax! |